"You also use a sword?" Looking at the girl holding the sword in front of her, Hook Eight smiled dumbly, and the tone was clear, "You are also worthy."

"I don't know how many times I've told you this truth, alas......" The man shook his head regretfully, looking at Wei Shu's gaze as if he was looking at a dead man:

"Still too young, Arrow Eleven. You young people, you have suffered too little. ”

Wei Shu was silent, but in her heart, she seemed to have set off a stormy wave.

The black iron sword remained stuck in the ground, and after two moves, she landed right on the side of the sword, and it was within reach.

This was laid out by "her" before she passed out, and Wei Shu involuntarily followed "her" pre-arranged and held the sword in hand.

The hilt of the all-iron sword was chilling to the bone, forcing it into the bottom of the wrist.

Wei Shu's heart welled up with a strange feeling, as if this long sword was her hand, communicating with her and knowing her every thought.

In contrast, the strange name "Arrow Eleven" was ignored by her intentionally or unintentionally.

It also seems to come from "her" instinct.

In the face of a strong enemy, there must be no distraction.

Facing the sneering eyes of Hook Ba, Wei Shu suddenly bent his fingers and flicked towards the sword body.

"Zheng-", the sword sounded clearly, and her indifferent voice also sounded at this moment:

"It's going to collapse."

Before the words fell, Gou Ba felt that the soles of his feet were empty, and he heard an overwhelmed whimper from the beam, which collapsed violently.

The sarcasm on his face finally cleared up.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to hear the sound of the hidden weapon landing.

In the direction of the three "tarsal soul snatchers", at least two of them landed on the brick floor, and the other one also broke out of the window, and none of these sounds appeared.

Where did they fall?

In the flash of his thoughts, the girder collapsed in the air, and the whole person of Hook Eight was falling, and he couldn't find a place to borrow for a while, so he had to sink the dantian in one breath, intending to speed up the landing, and then find an opportunity to kill the enemy.

Wei Shu took a long breath, stepped forward, and raised his sword to pick up.

There are no fancy tricks, and the moves handed out by Ping Ping are old as soon as they come out, and there is almost no room for maneuver.

There was a subtle "snort" sound in the darkness, and the wind poured in from the doors and windows that had been damaged by the wind, and the sword qi broke through the air, and the sound was like a crack.

Hook Eight couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

At that moment, his whole body seemed to be shrouded by this sword, almost unavoidable, and there was also the sound of wind and thunder wherever the blade went.

It wasn't the wind and rain outside the window, but the sonorous sound of swords.

The sword comes out without regrets.

This sword actually had a trembling sword intent.

When did she learn such a masterful swordsmanship?

Hook Ba's eyebrows were cold, and the momentum of the fall became more and more rapid.

Wei Shu's mood at this time was actually not so calm.

She had never used a sword, nor did she know how to use hidden weapons, nor did she know how to use these hand-to-hand moves. But now she is fine in everything, so she carves this sword on the top, which is a style of "raising fire to the sky" on the rotten street.

When the sword move was handed out, this name appeared in the bottom of Wei Shu's heart, and the energy in his body also turned around from memory:

The sky protrusion, the middle of the body; Qu Chi, inner and outer side should be; the queen of the sea of air and the sea of blood; Lieqing, Taiyuan, Hegu and Hand Shaoyin, Hand Shaoyang Zhujing are the vanguard, and the shoulders, elbows, waist, knees, and wrists are staggered and arranged, just like the marshal dispatching troops, and every point of strength is used in the tightest place.

It's just a trick to "raise the fire to the sky".

Hook Ba also recognized Wei Shu's move at a glance.

This is an extremely ordinary sword move, it is not difficult to deal with at all, if he is on flat ground, he has at least one hundred and thirty-nine ways to break this move, and there are infinite variables in the follow-up counterattack.

But at this time, others were still in the air, and when the old power was exhausted and the new power was not born, the sword qi of Senhan was imminent. At this time, the timing was really good, so that this last-rate sword move also exuded a first-class killing power.

If you are a bystander, even if you can avoid it without injury under this sword, you will lose your breath, and then the opponent will take the lead.

But Wei Shu seems to have forgotten one thing:

Her opponent is Hook Eight, and Hook Eight's weapon is Hook.

Both hooks and connections, can sweep all the male soldiers in the world, this is the most tricky part of the weapon "hook".

Here's the chance.

Hook Hachi suddenly exhaled and roared, and at the same time hooked his left hand and waved his right palm continuously.

"Bang bang bang", the broken beams were shattered in the air, the wooden thorns were wrapped like arrows and carried the strong wind directly to the key points around Wei Shu's body, and the iron hook in Hook Ba's left hand turned flexibly, and the fang-like hook tip was scorching.

"Chok", there was a broken sound, and the hook was impartially mounted on the sword body.

The timing was just right.

The hook is firmly determined, and the surging force stored in the hook has suddenly turned from rigid to soft, and under the word "sticky", the tip of the sword has been firmly hooked.

Both hands can hold the hook, and the left hand is more flexible than the right hand, this is the trick of hook eight, and there are nine people who know it.

Naturally, all nine of them have become dead, and one more person will make the number a whole number.

The long sword and the iron hook were instantly tightened, and the two internal forces held each other in trembling, and after a breath, a piercing sound of the intersection of soldiers and iron sounded in the darkness.

The rusty iron hook slashed down along the tip of the sword, approaching Wei Shu's sword-wielding hand, and a cold force also took advantage of this force to pull and push horizontally.

The iron sword was swept away with a move, Wei Shu couldn't help but turn half of her body sideways, at this time the return move was no longer successful, and the wooden thorn in front of her was coming, she had to be distracted and use her empty hand to scatter it, and the door was wide open for a while.

Hook Eight's fist, so that it can be blasted to the door at this time.

Wei Shu smelled a hint of sweet aroma.

It was emitted by the finger tiger on the hook's middle finger. In the night, the sharp iron thorns glowed with a dull green light, eerie like snake eyes.

"Despicable villain, actually use poison!"

Wei Shu hissed and roared.

"Poof", the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh sounded, the air suddenly froze, the wind passed through the mullioned window, and the broken window paper was finally blown away and fell to the ground.

Gopachi lowered his head and looked at his fist.

His fist stopped in front of Wei Shu, and the stinger of the green forest almost touched the tip of the delicate nose, but it ...... It's hard to get in.

He frowned a little confusedly.

In the next breath, the cold in his throat grabbed him, as if a huge hole had suddenly broken there, and the cold wind poured in, taking away his body temperature little by little.

He lowered his head slowly, slowly, and everywhere he looked, there was a faint black light.

The black light flowed suddenly, and the water retreated from his throat like a fierce red, splashing like rain, and the black light fell into a white and tender palm.

The picture at that moment was beautiful and bewitching, red, white, and black were intertwined, which made Hook Eight a little distracted.

Then, a distant and vast voice seemed to come from his ears:

"Is the fist fast, or the sword fast?"

When he was seventeen years old, his master asked him this, and he replied at that time:

"I'm fast."

Yes, he's always been fast, faster than all his opponents, so he survived until he became Hook Eight.

But now, someone faster than him has appeared.